Stumbling words and stuttering lips  Make the sentence complete  A death sentence complete    Create hell our of hopelessness  Confirm the failure of it all    Falling and calling  Falling and crawling  A Stick in the ground scratches your name  A scream in the darkness is searching  Again and again    Watching eyes wait for sadeness to rise  True superstitions combine and thicken  This poison that reaches my Soul  This terror that blackens my Soul    I must smile at your strategy  And laugh at your plan  And the execution of it all    Like death itself love is rotting inside of me  But there'll be no protection for you - you cannot hide me    I am cold on a bed of ice  But like seasons I know it will pass  It will always return again though  A Summer of love is a momentary and transient thing    Winter will always return again.